"It took her a minute to digest what I told her. "Oh, my God! You didn't."I told her about Louie's, dancing, and the rescue. Then, I said, "Yeah, it's...a new fashion called adultery; I hear it's getting popular. I spent an afternoon in his bed on our second date and then moved in with him before my divorce was final."She laughed and then couldn't stop. "Our story may be just good enough for a soap opera." Now you know why I couldn't sit with him at your performance. That was too public for my. “Hold on,” said the Captain “where are you getting all your anchors from?” “From the same place you’re getting your storms, sir”.A proud mother telephoned a Sunday newspaper to announce she had given birth to eight children. The line was bad, and the operator didn’t hear the message. “Would you repeat that?” the operator asked. “Not if I can help it” said the mother.An American tourist was riding in a taxi in Israel. As the taxi approached a red light, the tourist was shocked to see the driver. How are you dealing with your friend’s death? It’s been two years now, or thereabout?”“Yes. It was two years in December. I suppose I’ve come to terms with the facts and life has gone on. I guess that’s all I can say.”“How are his widow and young son?”“Bethany is the new director of a Center focused on counseling sexually abused women at UofC. She does other stuff that’s related to reproductive health as well. Her son and Jesse are bonding even more tightly now that they’ve moved in with. Keep going."Missy rolled her eyes, then pulled her panties down, then unhooked her bra, letting them drop to the ground. Sam took another pic. "Nice rack. What are you, a C-cup?" Yep. Now what?" Just stand there. I'll let you know what's next," she said, taking her own shirt and bra off."Not a bad rack yourself, If I can give you any compliment. What are you, a D-Cup?" Double," Sam said, then started to walk around Missy. She stopped behind her. "Hmm. I've never really stopped to notice before,.